Andi King didn't know how to play nice, because quite frankly, she didn't like people. She was a loner and that was how she liked it. Especially with a sadistic demon dead set on destroying her and anyone she got close to.
But that all changes when...
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My hands sunk deep into the mud that stained nearly every inch of my body, but for the first time in a long time, as my eyes fluttered open, the sun that peeked through the treetops did not ignite the flames within my head. My chest, on the other hand, was tight and heavy as the tears flowed freely down my cheeks.
I was a monster.
Just as bad as he was, and I knew that every moment I spent in hell with that bastard would be because of what I had just done. There was no forgiveness for demon deals, but it wasn't hell that scared me. It was the pain. The thought of living every day for the rest of my life fighting the smolder in my brain outweighed any ability I had to live with or without the people I cared about. I didn't need people. I needed to be able to open my eyes without flinching and watch as the yellow faded from his.
It took me longer than I had thought it would find my balance again. I never realized how far off I found myself stumbling through the forest as my body continued to favor my right side. It didn't make sense to me, but I knew Sam was running out of time and Dean was most likely looking for beasts, not backwoods barbarians.
I quickly came upon the house and stayed behind the brush as I braced myself against a tree. My mind was full and racing as I no longer had to focus on ignoring the pain. Everything I had done came crashing back to me in a different way the moment I had complete control of myself, and I did all that I could to push away the guilt and regret that tried to overcome me.
It was almost worse than the sickness itself as the pain in my head swelled in my chest, and if it hadn't been for the woman walking down the driveway towards the dilapidated house, I probably would have dropped to my knees in tears.
I wanted to warn her. Call out to her. Let her know that even the badge in her police uniform wouldn't save her from the monsters in the house, but two of them were lurking towards the back, heading towards the junkyard in the field behind the house, and I couldn't risk the only chance we had.
I wasn't sure how many of them there were, but as the woman talked to the young girl on the porch, a pit in my stomach formed as a man walked up quietly behind them and cracked her in the back of the head with the shovel. I still didn't move though, I waited. The little girl took off towards the junkyard. Once the father closed the front door behind him, I snuck out into the open. I took off down the long winding driveway in hopes of finding an unlocked cruiser with a radio.
My feet screamed at me as my bare soles pounded into the jagged rocks, but I pushed it away as best I could as the whining of a broken motor filled the air. I gripped the yellow gate tightly and flung myself over, looking behind me for just a moment. There were only twenty feet between me and the cruiser, but the truck was coming around the bend quickly, and I wasn't sure I would have enough time.
